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downward spiral |
| Written by b.k. | |
| Tuesday, 19 August 2008 | |
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The mask of stone hid her being kept others away, smothered all feeling numb to the touch, and numb of mind as if in a cage, she was confined abolutely no anger, happiness, or fear not a fit of rage or a single tear apathy consumed her soul tore her down, and swollowed her whole, a huge void that no one could fill, sunk further into depression, the blade was her pill, a final cut, and all was ceased finally she'd found her peace Copyright 2008 b.k. |
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